They appeared not as teacher and pupil,
Guru and shisya,
But as lover and beloved,
Burning in guru-shisya prem
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The great thugs, Indian thugs are they
Who give the gossips of Indian English poetry
And criticism,
The ragged and uncouth men
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Burquawalli, may I take the liberty of asking you,
Why is Saudi Arabia so conservative,
Old and out-dated?
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The buffaloman too a chief minister in Bihar
Going to the Assembly House
On a black buffalo
And the photographers running after
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After meeting her at the airport,
I could not forget her
As she lay hanging as a photograph
In my heart.
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People talk about the monsoon wedding,
The drizzling monsoon
And the lovers walking
Drenched with,
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Traversing a long tract from the upper highlands
Comes it babbling by, murmuring by the small hilly river,
Singing the song of the water,
Nature, landscape and vegetation.
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My love, I am going away,
Just you say it to me,
Goodbye,
Not at all tearfully.
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Do not hurt anyone with your words and sayings,
Try to love all,
Just think before saying, what are you
And say to simply
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